Chapter 799: Lyra’s Summon
"Too peaceful," he whispered into the quiet room, his pinkish-red eyes glinting faintly under the soft glow of the lamplight. He clenched his hand slowly into a fist, the edges of his thoughts sharp as steel. A month ago, he’d braced himself for a maelstrom. Instead, he’d been given silence. And that silence, Max felt, was somehow far more dangerous than open war.
Beep!
Just then, the quiet in Max’s room was shattered by a crisp digital chime as his holowatch beeped insistently. He glanced down, eyes narrowing slightly, and saw Princess Lyra’s name glowing on the screen, a brief message flashing beneath it.
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"She’s summoning me..." Max muttered under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching with mild apprehension. His mind immediately leapt to the possibilities. ’Is this finally about the Void Soul Tower and Thunder Monarch Hall?’
He tapped his fingers on the armrest, considering whether to ignore the summons for a while longer, but curiosity and caution won out.
Lyra had summoned him not just to some public council hall or meeting chamber, but directly to her private office. "Office? More like her room," Max scoffed under his breath as he approached the elaborately carved wooden door, whose lacquered surface shimmered faintly under crystal lamps fixed into the surrounding walls. He raised his hand and knocked firmly.
"Come," came Lyra’s voice from within, clipped and formal.
Max stepped inside and immediately felt his eyebrows arch upward. The so-called "office" was indeed her room—but calling it merely a room felt laughable. It sprawled out like a royal pavilion, with towering bookcases crammed with ancient scrolls and tomes, lush silk curtains of deep emerald and silver drifting gently in the breeze from floating cooling stones, and enormous windows that looked out across the sparkling rooftops of the Great Ruler Empire’s inner city.
A plush carpet stretched beneath his boots, the surface embroidered with faintly glowing runes. Max glanced around, half-wondering if the place had an official title like Princess’s Palace tucked away somewhere in the Empire’s records.
In the center of the chamber, seated behind an ornate desk inlaid with precious stones, Princess Lyra fixed him with a gaze so solemn it felt as though the air had thickened between them.